When Broken Wind Healed My Broken Heart...

December 15, 2014 9:04 PM

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Those are never words that strike a particular sense of calm in our house. They're usually followed by a loud noise of some variety, and possibly a form of toxic ooze consisting of precisely nothing relating to the periodic table.

"See what, Sammy?" I replied meekly. Before he could answer, our oldest came barreling down the basement stairs.

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